#donkey show

The Hook Point Donkey Show.

Jack Butler Yeats (Irish, 1871-1957), The Donkey Show, 1925. Oil on canvas, 18 x 24 in.

Cole Whittier - Bachelor Party (1984)

I walk the beach, I walk the Strand over the night, over the dam head rotating, looking for a season to turn a desert into ivy around him everyday, everyday the sun turns slowly over me across my face, across my hands under my nails glowing like porcelain and through the window, reaching I feel the morning hesitate toward me everyday, everyday the sun turns slowly over me yes, yes, yes, heaven can’t erase the blackness from my heart yes, yes, yes, even if only as an exercise of genre let the efforts be absorbed like when a knife is swallowed cutting water and if it hurts I'll let him murder my dull mind if it puts me in his eye oh, you know, if you don't have an approach that doesn't mean I won't show you (off) yes, yes, yes heaven can't clear the salt that burns my lungs yes, yes, yes even as a joke I bet God felt that one in him let the efforts be absorbed there like when a knife is swallowed cutting water through me like a ghost overwhelming my motivation I can't help myself anymore oh, you don’t have to try to be gentle do it the way you feel right now I know it's hard, I feel you rise to the occasion in the black light you know I'm shining for you here oh, all night, all night, all night, all night operator?

Their debut EP, AVA, threatens to burst at its own seams, with the trio paying homage to their love of noise, punk, and house music, an alchemical mixture of which turns much more volatile and terrifying than even those individual elements would lead to you to believe.

Cocktail: Donkey Show